Thursday, 21 April 2016

Jason turned round, half expecting to see Brent behind
him, but the door was empty. He went
back into the hallway, and feeling all at once an unaccountable urgency, almost
terror, he lifted his jeans from the floor and pulled his mobile out of the
front pocket. It was blinking, informing
him of a waiting message.

His heart pounding, Jason swiped his finger across the
face of the mobile. There was a message
from the phone company telling him that Luigi had phoned him. More than 20 minutes ago! Without any clear idea of how, he knew that
something had happened. Don’t be silly, a part of him soothed, there are a hundred reasons why Luigi could
have phoned. But another part of his
brain queried that. Now? Why so early in the
morning? He selected the message and
unlocked the phone. His fingers trembled
and his hand shook.

He listened to the voicemail, his heart beating so
fast and hard it made him feel sick.. “Jason, it’s him!
He’s in the flat!”

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Jason lay half asleep next to Esmé,
needing to wee but very unwilling to get out of the snug warm bed and expose
his unclothed body to the chill late autumn night air. He drifted back into sleep. He woke again, a bit later. The clock on Keith’s bedside table displayed
the time in scarlet letters: 5.15. Far
too early to get up. And maybe they
could have a repeat of the night before.
His morning wood hardened.

Reluctantly, he slid out of the
bedclothes and stood up, yawning silently. He went through to the toilet, his
thoughts far away. He started thinking
about Brent, wondering what he would have thought about him and Keith and Esmé.
He had the oddest feeling that Brent was near, and for the first time since
Brent had killed himself, he didn’t think of the other man as unhappy. The images which came into his mind were
happy ones: he and Brent swimming in the nude in a stream after a cricket game
on a very hot and sticky afternoon and being startled by two teenage girls from
the village who had teased them, before making off. Or a freezing winter’s night, in a snug pub,
the fire friendly in the hearth, the flickering flames reflected off the
polished brass, with their connection so strong they didn’t need to touch, yet
also desperately wanting to. But they were in public, so they just looked at
each other. Their invisible connection
had to suffice. Yet it was a happy memory.
Brent leaning on his elbows, smiling at him on Sunday mornings, his eyes
alight with love and desire and happiness.

But then the images shifted. Brent looked worried, and then, as clearly as
if he’d spoken aloud, Jason heard the words, Look at your phone, love. Now.

Monday, 18 April 2016

Jason smiled at her and then, moving
her almost to tears, put his head against her neck and kissed her, before
enveloping her in a tight hug. He moved
over to her left, and lay down next to her, his arm over her torso. She was lying face up, with both men facing
towards her and each other. Jason
reached over and ruffled Keith’s hair. His beam at his
friend and Keith’s glowing response might have made her jealous, before. All
she could think of, though, was how she had found two someones to love. She didn’t know what would happen in the
future, but she was ready to launch herself into the current, hoping, confident
even, that it would take her to happiness.

Sunday, 17 April 2016

Keith bent down and kissed her. Resting his body on his arms, he smiled at
her, a smile of pleasure and companionship and love.

She reached out and took Jason’s
hand.

“C’mon,” she whispered.

Jason had found the sight of Keith and
Esmé making love intensely erotic. Up
till this point he hadn’t been sure which of the other two he was going to
fuck. And he was surprised to realise
that it didn’t matter. Right then, he
was equally attracted to both of them.

Keith rolled over to the other side of
the bed. Jason took his place, and,
never taking his eyes off Esmé’s he slid into her and began to move in and
out. She was still trembling in the
afterglow of her first orgasm, and Jason’s thrusts took her over the edge
again, even before he had climaxed. He
stopped in mid-thrust looking down at her.

“Don’t … stop … don’t … just …” she
gasped.

She understood that he had been gentle
with her up till then, for he began to pump her, fast and deep. He was bigger than Keith, and she was for a
moment afraid that she would clamp tight, not because he was hurting her, but
because just thinking about it might bring back the memories of her
father. But it didn’t hurt. It felt just right.

She was building to another climax
when he closed his eyes and flicked his head back and growled in pleasure. His final slow push into her was enough, with
his thickness inside her, to make her climax again.

Saturday, 16 April 2016

“Laugh at us, would you?” growled
Keith and he bent down to her. In a moment, the thong was pulled back, and his
tongue was inside the folds of her body.

Jason kissed her on the lips, his
breathing fast, his eyes blazing. She
closed her eyes giving herself over to the sensations from her body, the
shining flood of pleasure which filled her from head to toe. Keith moved his mouth slowly up from her cunt
to her breast. Each moment’s delay from
climax was unbearable. Jason took
Keith’s place at her pussy. She was
close to coming.

“Wait!” she said.

Keith lifted his mouth from her
breast, and Jason from her groin.

“What?” asked Keith.

“I want you inside me,” she replied.

Keith smiled, a smile which flipped
her heart over, and reached for the top drawer of bedside cabinet. He took out two condoms, handed one to Jason and
tore the other one open. He slathered
his cock with lube, and passed the bottle back to Jason, who was just behind
him, his eyes rapt.

He inched into her, waiting for her to
clamp tight, ready to withdraw if she did.
He could feel the velvet silkiness of her insides. Jason turned Keith’s head to one side and
kissed him intensely, then bent forward to kiss Esmé. Knowing now that he wouldn’t hurt her, Keith
began to drive into her. Each thrust
rubbed her already wet clitoris, jolting her into spasms of intense
pleasure. Still she hadn’t
climaxed. Keith’s eyes were closed, his
head back, his mouth open in ecstasy, as he speeded up his hip movements.

“I’m—ah—oh God!—it’s ….” And Esmé
came, great shuddering jolts to her body, her mind empty of everything except
the white flame of her pleasure. Almost
simultaneously, Keith gasped and arched his back as he came too.